For a very long time, I mourned the fact that I would never have a large family. Large as in BIG. I was an only child growing up; I definitively required a large brood of my own to mother. Well. For a very long time, it just wasn't going to happen.
For years - somewhere circa 2005 - I was content with my two young boys, but I did not feel "done." My exhusband felt done. We argued about it for years [family vs. $], all along a hole inside of my heart. In 2009, there was a shift (although temporary) in our house toward good and along came Miss Moo Rae. I was elated to have 3. Grateful. Blessed.
Still. Three does not a brood make. I guess that depends on who you ask, but I wanted four. Maybe 5 children. Except by this point I was divorced and better off for it, and alone. So I prayed. Became content and happy with my 3.
Then one day I met a beautiful cowboy who had a daughter of his own. And just like that... we were 6 peeps.
[Folks, I'm pretty sure we're done - like 99.9% - just in case your mind is going there.]
I am thrilled that I now have a large family. Large as in BIG.
As a result of the size of our brood, um... we can't so much fit at our dining room table anymore. We kept his, which can seat all of us if we use the bar stools, too. It's uncomfortable and tight, and not a joy for company.
I have begun to look for a dining room table to seat 8. Six would be fine with a leaf for two more. The dining room table has a hefty chore in our home, too. Not only will it need to be very scrubbable (hello Andrew and the blackberries he loves), it needs to be beautiful. A bit... funky. Traditional and modern. Also needs to fit into the space we have.
Here are some pictures I'm using for inspiration so far. We aren't sure if we want farmhouse, turned legs, repurposed, or homemade.